The short sapling i admire

The short sapling with water every day

will grow towards the sky the day by day.

Escape he will, the harsh weather,

or blocked sunlight a few days.

But resilient again,

with water droplets the next day.

He will become the big tree one day,

touching the pinnacles of the sky every day.

I admire him,

for, like him, I hope the droplet of hard work

would give a seat on cloud-nine one day.